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1 My Fear
My name is Lira Treviso. I'm a junior at Livonion Prepatory School. And I have an interesting problem.
I have a phobia, well, it's not a true phobia and it doesn't have a real name. It should though, I mean, considering that there is a phobia for just about everything. There's a phobia for beautiful women called Venustraphobia. And there's the phobia of men called Androphobia.
So, have you got a clue yet what really freaks me out?
Like the type of beautiful where they could probably dress up as a woman and be just as incredibly good looking. Not the masculine, manly, I-pump-the-iron-seven-days-a-week type of man. No, the beautiful man. The type with clear smooth skin, silky hair, and a lean, yet not too thin body. He dresses well and wears the right cologne. Girls swoon over him and plaster their binders with his pictures while other guys complain that he looks like a girl. He's just enough man with just enough doses of feminine beauty to create the concoction known as the beautiful man.
And that is the very thing that I fear.
So I've created my own name for that phobia. I call it Vandrophobia.
I don't know how this fear developed. I don't get it. Yet, whenever I see a pretty boy I can only stare—not in admiration or in awe, but in the same way you keep staring at something freaky and can't make your head turn away. Then, I go through stages of feelings.
First, I freak out. Freak out that there is, in fact, a beautiful man in front of me. I stare until he catches me and looks at me oddly. I then proceed to freak out more because the guy is probably thinking I'm interested in him when it's the complete opposite.
Next, I become hypnotized. I can't stop staring! It's almost as if I'm trying to figure out the secret trigger that makes the boy so pretty. Is it the eyes? The hair? Nose? Mouth? What is it? And then I stare so long that I move into the third stage.
Which is disgust. I become disgusted. I can't stand the beautiful man. Not only does he scare me, but he disgusts me for some inexplicable reason. I become repulsed by his every action while fascinated at the same time. Simply put, he's scaring the living daylights out of me while drawing me in even more.
And then, finally, I combust. I can't take it anymore and I run away. It's the only way to feel normal again.
There you have it. My phobia.
I am scared of beautiful men. Also known as pretty boys.
Luckily there aren't very many in the world, but when I arrive at school the next day a very pretty boy is in my class. I learn he has just transferred in from Asia and he even has bleached blonde hair. I mean, bleached. It looks almost white. But you know what? It works for him. Why? Because he's pretty. And I'm supposed to sit next to him.